Birdsworth is what I named a baby sparrow I found near-dead on the side of my house and nursed to health. She became my first pet bird in recent years, and got me back into the pet bird thing.
It was pretty amazing she even made it, the poor thing was busted up bad and I had to force feed her a couple times before she could eat normally.
I haven't seen her in months and just recently made a remark about her being an ingrate for not visiting.
So there's a line of sparrows on my fence, when I go out to take the garbage out. One of them was looking like it wanted to dart at me with her head down, so for the heck of it I whistled, and that was all the coaxing she needed. Flew right to my hand like old times.
That made my day.
Here's Birdsworth, btw. (two pics and vid)
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uc98_gskhT0"]YouTube - Birdsword the sparrow returning from the wild[/ame]
Wow. It's been months and I really thought she was done with humanity for good, but I must say this was touching. Um. In a very masculine kind of way...
Btw that is not a new video, just posted it as a reference.
I'm pretty impressed and amazed that she remembers me or even cares to come near me after all this time in the wild. I do hope I'm the only person she'll still come to, though.
What a cute story, the little sparrow must have loved you.
And i bet it sure was grateful for you to raise it back to it's full health.
It was good of you to take the sparrow in and let it regain it's health, then let it go. Good job.